It had only been two nights since Zalyric ordered Rowan thrown into prison but to him, it felt much longer, like days of gnawing, unwanted thoughts. Against his better judgment, he couldn't stop thinking about the boy,or about the knights who had dared to plead on his behalf.
It irritated him to no end.
He'd never cared about anyone's feelings but his own, so why now?
Why did this one person stick in his mind?
Why was he even wondering if that Johann knight was alright in that filthy cell?
"He even managed to sprain his ankle. How clumsy," Zalyric muttered under his breath, scribbling his name across another stack of dull documents.
"Pardon me, Your Majesty? Did you say something?" Evan asked, frowning slightly.
Zalyric shot him a glare sharp enough to freeze the air between them that made Evan blinked with his face twisting like he was silently asking, what did I do this time?
